Anonymous
The End Of An Era
Whoa, so apparently Blogger is going off FTP publishing. I know this because there's been this big banner sitting on top of the page that we log into to write new posts with this warning/notice, for like...at least four months now, probably easily double that. I just haven't really noticed it until now, or didn't realize how big of a deal it was.
That means that the current infrastructure of our site will no longer be supported after April. So in two days time, we will no longer be able to publish new posts...and so that means, effective as of May 1, 2010, The WAMBAG will no longer exist as an active Blogger...blog.
We've been using Blogger since August 2002, and so the end of this partnership is not an insignificant one. They have been good to us. If they weren't around back in 2002 and I actually needed to manually throw stuff up here in a manner that took anything more than a minimal amount of effort...we wouldn't have made it past Day Four.
That might have been a good thing.
But thanks to Blogger, we'll never know.
So now we will be switching to WordPress, which is something I was planning on doing like four years ago anyway, but was just too lazy to ever get around to it. The time required for the transition will depend entirely on how much I actually feel like doing it in my spare time that is not devoted to Mass Effect or Left 4 Dead.
So very possibly, we could be looking at the end of The WAMBAG, forever.
"I did the right thing, didn't I? It all worked out in the end."
"'In the end?' Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends."
Anonymous
I'm Gonna Take You For Another Ride
First it was Street Fighter 4. Then StarCraft 2. Then Diablo 3. Now Marvel vs. Capcom 3 has officially been announced, complete with cinematic teaser trailer.
And it looks...so...fucking gay.
It seems like the age of the sprite is dead, as far as Capcom fighting games go. That makes me sad, but I had similar fears for Street Fighter 4's new visual style, and that didn't turn out to be a complete disaster...right? It's strange, this news should make me so happy. I can't think of another game series I wasted more time on, from junior high through university. And yet all I feel right now is complete apathy.
Maybe it's just because I wished this was an announcement about Mass Effect 3 instead. (I NEED TO STOP PLAYING THIS GAME)
- This is a really interesting interview with famous fashion dude Tim Gunn (he's famous, right?) by this weird obscure comic book web show type thing, Crazy Sexy Geeks, whatever whatever whatever. They discuss fashion as it relates to some classic superhero costume designs, and it's actually pretty interesting. Lots of love for the Spider-Man costume, which I think just might be the greatest one ever made. Also mentioned is the current Catwoman costume (great costume, makes a lot of practice sense as it's very cat-burglar like still and utilitarian - the belt is a whip! - but still cool and symbolic in a comic book way) and Mr. Miracle (one of my favourites just because it's so crazy and makes absolutely no sense). Also of interesting note was the discussion regarding whorey female costumes, where Tim Gunn approves the Power Girl costume, one of my favourites as well (great costume, cleavage). For the next one I really hope they take on a Liefeld character or two just for kicks.
- What if I told you I had a copy of Tina Fey's original script for the pilot episode of 30 Rock (aka "UNTITLED TINA FEY PROJECT")? Would that be something you'd be interested in? You always wonder about the legitimacy of these type of links...but why would it be fake? I wish there were more of these. It's just cool seeing the differences between first draft and finished product, what changed, what stuck.
- Fuck Extreme Arm Wrestling, that shit's old news. We're going to Florida! Why? Three words...freestyle alligator wrestling. YES!
"So I was doing some research on comedy and I came across the cartoon strip 'Dilbert' and it's quite good. And I was wondering if we could do that."
"Do what?"
"Dilbert."
Anonymous
This Blog Lives Again (No One Really Cares)
Check this out. I was literally just walking along that stretch of road earlier this morning! Well...not really this morning, more like yesterday after work, on the way to pick up my comics at Hairy Tarantula. And it wasn't really that exact stretch of road, but rather the opposite side of the street, on the west side of Yonge. But still! I almost died! Shower me with your attention and well wishes!
I used to have a little VB.NET application that would parse through all of The WAMBAG archives and be able to give me numerous types of advanced posting metrics, like average characters per post, longest active posting streak, length of time between posts, etc. But alas...it is no longer with us. I had my laptop replaced at work (I had messed it up, likely with some questionable MBP downloads) and some of the files - including The WAMBAG Post Metrics Analyzer v1.0 - were unfortunately not backed up. And since I only wasted valuable company time doing looking at that stuff, I never kept a copy at home. So unfortunately I am not able to determine if my current month long inactive streak was actually the longest I've gone without posting since we started, a period dating all way back to 2002. Kind of felt like it though.
It feels weird now, going more than a few days without seeing this site updated, even if I rarely actually read any posts that aren't mine (those I read an endless amount of times over and over again). I'd wager you'd have a difficult time finding another blog out there that is updated more frequently, provided that it's specifically about nothing and is purposeless like ours is here.
I'd also wager that you'd have an even more difficult time finding someone that actually cared.
Into the links we go!
- David Wright currently has three home runs through only nine games, well on pace to return back to his normal 30+ homer seasons. He attributes it to situational training. I gotta get on that regimine myself...softball season is starting and I'm going to drink tons of Vitamin Water.
- I think Boombox is the most recent Lonely Island track to get the SNL Digital Short treatment, and it's quality stuff. Oddly enough this has now completely satisfied the Julian Casablancas sized hole in my soul, and I no longer have any urge or desire to pick up his solo album.
- Grown-Ups, starring Adam Sandler, Chris Rock, Rob Schneider, David Spade...and Kevin James. It feels so wrong that Chris Farley wasn't still around to play the crazy fat guy in this shitty movie instead.
- No idea why this took me so long to post...but you need to watch this video for Super Street Fighter The Movie right now.
- I'm just doing housecleaning at this point of the post, throwing out anything that may possibly have value, with no actual concern if it's actually worthwhile, and with no urge to describe them further. Star Trek: The Sexed Generation (have I really not posted this ever before?), the Birdemic trailer (too intentionally bad to properly enjoy, although there are still some good parts), and these scarily good Denzel Washington and Will Smith impressions (also, less good but still great Eddie/Charlie Murphy impressions).
- It's no small secret that I am prone to exaggerate from time to time, especially while I am riding temporary highs from particular movies, songs, or games that I've just experienced ("temporary highs"...for example, I would play Dead Space and Fallout 3 until 3:00 AM on weeknights...and to date, I have not completed either of those games)...but I think this time it's different. Mass Effect 2 is really, honestly, the greatest single achievement in mankind's varied and storied history. The invention of the wheel and agriculture, the Industrial Revolution, the polio vaccine, the first Mass Effect...all just precursors and forerunners for Mass Effect 2. I am pretty sure I'm going to order this ridiculously nerdy hoodie already (I'm on the verge of going on an online spending spree now that our dollar has exceeded parity), I'm just trying to decide on the size. Damn you, exploitative cyber product placement! Where was I going with this again? Oh yeah, as if the game needed any help to further feature the greatest video game sound track of all time...this is a song dedicated to mining for minerals that samples the Mass Effect 2 theme and what I think is a line from Snatch, and references the Prime_Directive. It's called Those Minerals. This might be the greatest video game rap track outside of Gigaton Punch...not an easy feat.
- Finally, the Arizona dive bar I may have mentioned in person some time ago...The Meet Rack. It's worth reading through all of the reviews, they're all deadly. Arizona roadtrip!
I think I have saturated this post with enough links now. From now on, daily updates!
"It’s like a black Barbie doll in Arizona - nobody’s buying it."
Big Al
Winnipeg Chronicles #8: Hyperpyrexia
All Uncovered - The Watchmen
On a Saturday evening, three Asians are in a car headed to the small town of Morris, just a thirty minute drive from Winnipeg. Dan decided to come with us and I'm glad he did, because he drove. It's well documented that I have a fondness for staring out the window during long trips and the road to Morris provided a seemingly endless view of plains and farmland. Well off of the road, we spot a car ablaze. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for that. It takes almost the exact duration of our trip for the sun to set and when we pull onto the dirt parking lot of the stampede grounds it is already dark. Morris is a town lacking, ahem, colour and as we make our way to the table where two old women are selling tickets for the 2nd Annual Dekalb Superspiel we draw quite a few stares. It's fifteen dollars for a day pass and I gleefully hand over the fee. Grabbing a program, I walk over to the windows to observe the action.
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When it comes to sports, basketball will always be my first love. There's no question about it. Even though soccer was probably the first sport I ever played, I was one of those wimpy kids that was thrown into it by my parents to get me out of the house. I still enjoy playing it, but I rarely watch it. Baseball and American football got picked up somewhere along the way and my fanaticism for both is about equal. Mixed martial arts is my newest athletics related vice and the one of the main reasons I'm out here. That's a lot of sports for someone to seriously follow and if you told me that I'd never love another sport for the rest of my life, I think I'd be good with what I've got.
Little did I know that there was a looming behemoth just over yonder. An ancient thing, burrowed deep in the black, black heart of our nation. A barbaric competition fought with the primordial forces of ice and rock.
I've got bad case curling fever, man. Real bad.
It was Derek who did this to me. Sure, there was that time William and I were inexplicably invited to go curling with Winnie and her friends (we torched that motherfucking place on our first go, kid), but even after that I still had no urge to actually watch the sport. Sometime around the Scottie's Tournament of Hearts (one of, if not the biggest curling championships in Canada) Derek persuaded me into watching a couple of "ends" (check that curling lingo!). He didn't outright demand that I partake with him, but he was strangely persuasive and before I knew it I was sucked in to the sexy, seductive world of curling.
It helps that female curlers are generally not bad looking. I'd say the ratio of hot:fugly is about equal to women's tennis and about 100:1 compared to the WNBA. This was a crucial factor in getting me interested as I became infatuated with Prince Edward Island's Geri-Lynn Ramsay (second from left). *swoon* PEI was challenging last year's champions (who earned the title "Team Canada" after winning last year's tournament) who are from, you guessed it, Winnipeg. It turns out that the champs actually practice at a facility about ten minutes away from Derek's apartment. Even better, one of Derek's co-workers is actually married to one of Team Canada's players, Jill Officer. Here she is executing a picture perfect triple peel! I challenge you to find a better triple peel than that. Go ahead, find it. That's right, you can't you stupid fuck!
Over the course of three days, Derek and I watched the reigning Team Canada dispatch their inferior foes including a game PEI squad that took them to extra ends. It didn't matter that we didn't fully understand all the rules, we were riveted by every sweep of the floor, every curl of the rock, every...every...okay, I clearly don't know enough to continue this passionate refrain. My apologies.
Then the Winter Olympics came along and sure enough, we watched all the curling we could. Canada, China, Switzerland, Great Britain...it didn't matter who was playing, we were invested. Along with the rest of the nation, we were swept up (ha!) in the ladies' silver medal run and we were definitely part of Cheryl Bernard-mania, a woman who Bill Simmons poetically referred to as "the curlgar" and the "milfimpian". Not his best work.
I doubt that I've ever watched more of the Winter Olympics than I did this year and a lot of it had to do with curling. When the games ended, I wasn't sure what to do with myself. Sure, we are still in curling season, but now that the high stakes competitions are out of the way, what's left for a casual curling fan like myself?
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How do you describe that odd, surreal sensation that you get when you see someone up close after having watched them on television? There's that momentary burst of excitement, then you settle down and you think about how silly the whole thing is. Then you get excited again when you realize that this on-screen character is now only a few feet away from you, albeit on stage or on the other side of a pane of glass. Suffice to say, it was cool to see Team Canada in person, even if it was in a dinky practice centre and not the kind of set up that you see on television.
Derek, Dan and I headed upstairs to meet up with Jill Officer's husband, Devlin. He reminded me of Brett Favre. Devlin was a great sport and didn't have any problem explaining the nuances of curling to us, though I did find myself nodding more than once at concepts and stratagems that went completely over my head. He seemed to enjoy my inquisitive nature and I had plenty of harmless, occasionally funny questions to ask. Unfortunately, Team Jones (that's Jennifer Jones to you, boss) lost on that day and I immediately worried that we'd jinxed them. When Jill came up to say hi to her husband after, she didn't seem particularly thrilled to meet us even though I told her that her team was responsible for my case of curling fever. I don't blame her, she had a post-game meeting to go to and the last thing she needed was to have to entertain her husband's dopey buddies.
It should also be mentioned that we met Jennifer Jones' parents who were really nice. Team China was also in the house and Mrs. Jones told us that we better root for Team Jones and not those other Asians or something to that effect. Amazingly, it didn't come off even the slightest bit racist at the time. Only in Manitoba, folks.
Devlin had a spare weekend pass so Derek and I returned the next day. Team Jones was up 3-0 in their match. However, the other team began to make some shots and it looked like their comeback was going to coincide with our arrival. This did not look good for us. Luckily, Jill and the gang took care of business and she seemed much rosier when she saw us again. She joked that she would have known we were a jinx if they lost and she saw us up here again. I told her that if it looked like they were going to lose, we would have left a long time ago. Everybody laughed and I can safely say that I'm in Jill Officer's good graces now. I've been validated by a professional athlete, another thing I can cross off of my bucket list!
I would be remiss to leave out the other reason we came back for seconds: Girls who watch curling are hot! What? When did this happen? These are the kinds of groupies that curling cats roll with? Come on! Derek and I immediately made plans to form a Team Peru and come back here in a year or two. I know we're not that good, but we thought we might go to Lima and find some guy who's, like, a brilliant lawn bowler, but you know, not good enough to make the national lawn bowling team. Then we'd show him curling, which he'd be a natural at (naturally) and our team would be almost complete. We'd have to find a coach (preferably one with a cool limp, maybe with a broom for a leg) and then a fourth member (preferably a black guy or a woman pretending to be a man) and then we'd be set. I proposed that we go shirtless and put our endorsements on temporary tattoos. Derek said we could be the bad boys of curling. Look out Geri-Lynn, here I come!
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On the drive back, we saw a pillar of black smoke in the distance. Sure enough, we eventually passed by and saw that there was some kind of storage facility ablaze. I want to tell you there's some deeper meaning to that image, but it was just an incredible sight to me. I will never forget going to Morris to watch curling.
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The Winnipeg Transit system has treated me well and I thought I'd share their delightfully quaint Busology program with you. Why doesn't Toronto have something like this? Oh right, people from Toronto don't give a shit. I notice these all the time because I always seem to be violating these simple rules. I know I'm not the only one who goes out the front door all the time. I hate being that guy who has to call to the front of the bus for help because he can't figure out how to get the rear doors to open. The one that makes me most self-conscious is Loudus Obnoxious. That's me to a tee, right down to the pedophile coat.
Get outta here, Dewey! You don't want no part of this shit.
What y'all doin' in here?
We doin' pills. Uppers and downers. They're the logical next step for you!
I want some of that shit!
Anonymous
I Have Been Writing This Post For Like Eight Days Now
I have been increasingly frustrated at work over the last...like eight to ten weeks, just dealing with this current project that refuses to die. I'm surrounded by people from other groups who I constantly need to educate how to do their jobs, and it's making me grumpy. I would pray for large grand pianos to be dropped on their heads, but the cruel tragedy of that would be that I would just have to educate their replacements all over again (or worse...do it myself), and it'd be even more work for me in the long run. I work everyday with a whole legion of lazy assholes who enjoy just doing the absolute minimum required of them and passing the rest onto me. That's MY bag! I am the lazy asshole who enjoys doing only the absolute minimum required of me and then shirk away from any real responsibilities - and now you are telling me YOU'RE trying to pull that shit with ME? No wonder we've had so many problems on this project.
I'm holding a lot of anger in my heart lately. There's this little black ball of hate deep within my heart that grows daily, silently, just a little bit whenever I get cut off while driving, when the troll working the Tim Hortons cashier takes two entire minutes to make eye contact with me, whenever one of the guys on my fantasy basketball team has the audacity to sit out a game with a bruised ankle/hip/back...or just whenever life slights me in even the smallest way possible.
I'm even angry at myself. Part of that self-directed anger is because I know I'm heading down a path that will have no good outcome. Eventually this little black ball of hate will explode and I will act out my transgressions publicly, perhaps by drop kicking the next tester that tarnishes my good name by assigning another bullshit variance to me. But I think really the majority of this self-directed anger is from the fact that I foolishly bought Mass Effect 2 over Steam like two weeks ago, and I haven't even touched it yet. Between replaying the first Mass Effect, MLB 10: The Show which I just bought as well (WHAT AM I DOING), and countless other games and televisions series I need to get through...there was no way I would had the necessary spare time to touch this game for months. And yet knowing all that, I still bought it new and at full price. They were all right - the biggest consumer disadvantage of digital distribution will forever remain the constant threat of the impulse buy. Absolutely inexcusable. I am livid with self-hatred.
Here are other things that have happened recently that I am angry at.
- Damn you Hollywood, for this retardedly transparent cash grab that is the Tron Legacy movie. There was not a single Tron fan out there that was clamouring for a movie sequel to be made, don't lie - this market demand was artificially created by the same people that supply it. All the people that watched the original movie 28 years ago have to be like in their 40's now...and that demographic has no purchase power in the movie industry, what the fuck! Cult following...shut the fuck up, these former nerds are dealing with RRSPs and 401Ks now YOUR CULT IS EMPTY. I'm a rather promiscuous movie watcher, but when I dislike a movie...oh man, I will hold a movie grudge for decades and decades until I'm old and forget why I was holding the grudge in the first place. (Fuck you The Last Airbender - fuck you and fuck your racist cast!) All the initial teasers and trailers looked so lame too, and I was fully prepared to dismiss and grudge against this movie as much as I humanly could.
That was until I saw the new trailer and now I can't wait for this movie. DAMN YOU HOLLYWOOD. Damn you and your surefire manipulating methods! I had no idea Olivia Wilde was actually the hottest woman on Earth until I saw a one second long clip of her with weird dark hair, laser sleeves, and boots. And that couch... I have no idea what's happening here in my brain, but THAT COUCH...I am drawn to it like a moth to a fantastically white hot flame. What's interesting to note is that everything happening in the trailer up to her one second long appearance is lame as hell. But then everything afterwards is really, really cool! I don't really know what happens, but during that one second long appearance, a switch gets thrown in my mind and now...I really want to watch Tron Legacy. Or more specifically I really want to watch Olivia Wilde sit on a couch in Tron Legacy.
And bringing back Jeff Bridges, making the movie about his son, and having it all work out in real time? That's kind of cool, isn't it?
It'd be like making a new Matrix sequel in 2027, and bringing back Keanu Reeves to play the same character but making the movie about his kid. ...actually, that wouldn't really work as well because Keanu Reeves does not age.
Anyway, damn you Hollywood for selling this stupid movie to me by teasing me with a one second long clip of Olivia Wilde sitting on a couch.
...what a couch though. (Did I just inadvertently reveal my secret sexual fetish for chesterfields and ottomans? Oh well...no regrets.)
- The TTC crapped out last Thursday, so I had to walk up to Bloor from Dundas. That also happened to be the one day I had forgotten my iPod at home. Sonuva bee, JC! Not a total loss though, as this then gave me an opportunity to peruse the two (Grey Region closed!?!) Yonge Street comic book stores on the way there. Unfortunately, this led to perhaps the most awkward exchange I have ever had with any of the staff at the Hairy Tarantula after I had picked up my comics, paid, and started to leave.
Her: Thanks, and have a nice weekend!
Me: (thinking that I still had work tomorrow on Friday but not realizing I wouldn't be back here until next week) ...what.
Her: Oh, it's supposed to rain this weekend.
Me: Really?
Her: Yeah, but they said it was supposed to rain today as well...and...*mumble*
Me: ...uh, as long as it's warm, I guess. I gotta walk up...*mumble mumble*...subway.
Her: What?
Me: Huh?
Her: *mumble something mumble*
Me: Uh.
Her: (pause for five entire seconds)
Me: (pause for five addition entire seconds)
Both: Okay, see you later.
Granted, I'm already usually the antisocial regular who comes in, buys his stuff, says nothing to anyone, and walks out - same deal at my barbershop, family doctor, shawarma dude, whatever. It's after work, I'm tired, I'm already a little bit ashamed that I'm spending money to pick up an issue of
Pet Avengers, I don't want to have to think of things to say and seem clever/funny/witty/whatever. Clearly, as you could tell from the above transcript...things get ugly when I mail in conversations. There's no autopilot, there's just fall-out-of-the-sky-and-crash. This all started on the Wednesday before Winnipeg, when one of the girls there told me she grew up there. I asked her how the weather was ("Cold.") made some hilarious Winnipeg jokes ("OMG it's so cold there!" LOLOLOLOL) and now that they think I'm friendly (or that I speak English), they all want to talk to me when I come in. It's horrible, I think I need to find another place to buy comics.
- Also, at One Million Comix (God, you degrade us both for naming your store that) further up on Yonge, I saw this absolutely jaw droppingly hot blonde girl hanging out with this very tall yet very diminutive, skinny, pseudo-hipster mess of an Asian guy in the figurines and collectibles section of the store. And she was saying things like "I don't have the Ronan The Accuser mini-bust yet, I need to pick that up - he's so cool."
Shut the fuck up, you impossibly hot and nerdy woman. You are literally murdering this man - slowly, bit by bit everyday - as he flails away trapped in what must be the absolute worst FriendZone™ to ever exist.
Ronan The Accuser...man, what the fuck, there's no way that really happened. I was on some
Just For Laughs hidden camera prank or something. No female is allowed to know who Ronan The Accuser is (unless she was forced to listen to her boyfriend prattle on endlessly about him - vice versa, how I know who Marc Jacobs is) and still be anything less than morbidly obese or hideously ugly, much less actually attractive looking.
I'm calling
super creepy transsexual transformation process (warning: clicking that link will make you question a lot of things...about the world, and about yourself).
- I stopped by Wendy's a few days ago for the standard working overtime fast food dinner.
(I was surprised when I realized this was actually the first time I've had fast food in months. I didn't even know they had introduced the
Bacon & Blue...which despite the negativity expressed in that review, was actually quite good. Wendy's, it was a risky move launching the first blue-cheese-topped burger among national quick-service chains...but once again, you deliver and delight.)
While I was there, I watched a man (who looked almost exactly like Stephen Merchant from
Extras) deconstruct his Baconator and proceed to eat each individual strip of bacon separately. I assume it was a Baconator, because I witnessed him maliciously eat at least like five strips of bacon with his bare fingers from across the restaurant, and as we all know, the Baconator is the only nationwide big name burger with six (6) strips of delicious Applewood smoked bacon between a premium fresh bun. After finishing the bacon, he then proceeded to put the rest of the burger back together and then eat it as a standard double cheeseburger.
...why do something like this?
Look, I love bacon as much as the next man. Maybe more, in fact. My girlfriend made me
delicious chocolate covered bacon for Valentine's Day. It's Planet Earth's greatest renewable resource. You can eat it. You can make
chips ,
cake, or absolutely delicious looking
turtles from it. You can make
NFL championship trophies out of it or
alarm clocks.
The sky is the limit when it comes to bacon. I get that. I know that better than anybody.
But this...not this. Anything but this. To destroy the integrity of a Baconator for your own selfish, uncontrolled lust for bacon...that is a line you cannot cross. This is when a man's obsession for the cured belly meat of a pig, his "baconoholism" if you will, starts destroying his life. Just sickening to even consider.
I hope that man burns in hell.
- I just looked at the
2010 Blue Jays schedule today...and I want to deliver a punch to the face to whoever is the guy who comes up with these things. Are you seriously telling me the season opener is going to be at 2:05 PM on a Monday? In Texas against the Rangers...? So that anyone with a regular job in Toronto is unable to watch it? And then a sudden off day on Tuesday? Why!?! And FUCKING AGAIN, the Canada Day weekend...the Jays are on the road. But of course.
Am I ready for Jose Bautista and his career .329 OBP batting lead-off, and seeing Vernon Wells and his limp dick 88 OPS+ drive him in from the clean-up spot? YOU BETCHA! I hate you, late 2000's Cito Gaston, for completely ruining any positive memories I had of you from the early 1990's.
- Commuting home last week on the subway, I witnessed a man sitting down and watching a video on his iPhone. (Do people just have normal iPods now anymore?) What was so odd about it was that he was holding it with only three fingers,
extending his arm parallel to the ground such that the 3.5" screen was a good two feet away from his face. And he held that position for like 40 straight minutes, as if he was a tireless robot or something. Why hold it in such a confusing, pretentious manner? As if it was some sort of sly invitation for the entire subway car to share in his viewing, like he was showing off this marvelous technological marvel and how he was so cool in being able to watch a movie on the subway. It's a fucking iPod, get over yourself.
You know what? Fuck you, you
Titanic watching motherfucker.
Titanic! With Leo and that other fat chick, THE
Titantic! What was the thought process? "You know what's a good movie that I need to watch again?
Titanic! Especially now that James Cameron's gonna roll through the Oscars with
Avatar - I need to rewatch all his previous movies!" Or maybe he has just never seen it before, like me? But then where does the motivation for watching it at all now come from? Like all of a sudden, 13 years after it came out, you feel the need to revisit this movie? Or was he on a mission to rewatch every movie to have ever existed and just randomly, by chance, I happened to catch him on the day he goes through all the movies starting with the letter 'T' perhaps? Like if you catch it on television and you're bored or you've never watched it and you're curious...okay, I understand that scenario. But to download it and covert it to the right file format and to add it to iTunes and synch it up to your iPod? For
TI-FUCKING-TANIC? I DON'T GET IT. WHO HOLDS STUFF LIKE THAT!?!
Hatred is flowing through my veins. That, or I'm having a stroke.
...I should probably lie down.
"Is that a penis in your pants?"
"Yeah."
"You lied to me."
"No I didn't, you lied to me. You don't work out? Please, I see you at the gym, you're ripped."
"Wait don't turn this around...wait, really? You think so?"
"Yeah."
"I was afraid I was getting a little TOO ripped, you know?"
"No, I like it."
"Wow. Hmm. Well I gotta get back to work, um...but I don't know, maybe I'll give you a call sometime.
"Okay."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll give you a call."